Her thoughts have been getting more unbearable every day since the crash. She was pregnant... For a while, she could control it-her thoughts about situation, about the child. She tried to set herself up for a better good, but in the end, things only got worse. She began to see you - a hallucination. You were the child she imagined. Someone who could have been born to her... Why are you looking at her right now when she's really trying to give Curly Paracetamol? Your gaze is simply unbearable... She can't work, distracting her anxious gaze while still standing over Curly: "Please... Go away..."